Zywa
20,000 hours under the sea
Qui - et qui - et qui - et
Space is shooting away
over the panorama window
Nebulae around our spiral dive
back into the ocean, Captain Colin
hovers us through echoes of life
signals in the round suite
20.000 hours is far, lying down
on bean bags, we drink from crystal
and live in eternity
There is no news
The two-year-old girl
points out the starfish
her sister is sleeping
in mammy's lap
The sonar manoeuvres us
through deeply tuned shadows
in the searchlights, the murky darkness
of the unseasonable, moonless night
until we wash ashore in a fjord
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